Someone was eating my
popcorn. A stranger. Some dude I didn't know was chomping
away at my buttered, cheese-covered corn.

War has been declared.
I accept!

The hand, a thief's
hand, thin, slender, artfully crafted and obviously very quick and
stealthy, moved away from the half-empty carton and floated in closer
to my drink… closer…

Save the Cherry Coke!!!
Get it away from him!

Commence the attack.
Now.

I gave him a warning
growl, which seemed to startle him under that pesky hood of his,
before I initiated a full-body lunge at him, toppling him out of his
seat and tackling him to the floor.

No one noticed us. The
row was empty.

The whole theatre was
almost empty, except us and two more girls up front.

I grabbed onto the
front of his hoodie viciously, snarling at him in a decidedly
ferocious manner, "What do you think you're doing,punk!?"

The hood fell off under
my rib-rattling shakes and his once-was mysterious face appeared.

Good god.

He was beautiful.
So… goddamn s-

Focus! Dammit! You were
supposed to kill him! He stole your popcorn, remember?

Fuck! Where the hell is
he now?

Shit! That
mother-fucking kid escaped!

He is so going
to pay…

The two girls up front
glanced back warily at the weird dude stomping away from the theatre,
popcorn and drink forgotten.

OOOOO

"You assholes!" I
screamed at them the moment I caught my breath. "It was the THIRD
THEATRE not the SECOND ONE!!!"

They just snickered,
the stupid jerks.

So goddamned
inconsiderate. I paid for the popcorn and drinks, and what do I get?

I get ditched at the
concession stand and I had to call them to find out where they were
headed with my popcorn.

"We're in front
of the third theatre to the left when you come up the escalators. You
can't miss it."

Actually, I did. I
turned left and almost walked into a wall. Some old lady ushered her
kids away from me, aka. 'that crazy punk'. What is it with adults
and the word 'punk'?

Even that dude in the
wrong theatre called me a punk. I do not look like one.

Honestly, I look like a
gay boy, or maybe a metrosexual. That's because I am one.
Can't face the facts? Then go fuck yourself.

However, as defensive,
yet defiant as I may seem, I'm actually a chicken-winged coward.
Remember my oh-so-lovely friends? I wouldn't call them friends, but
then again, they're the only people who wouldn't diss me off at
first sight

What? People just don't
like my silver pants, okay?

"C'mon Liam, we're
gonna go to the arcade. Do you wanna get left behind or what?"
John, Joe or something called me, interrupting my thoughts.

I raised my head up
only to see the group disappear around a corner.

Crap! Why the hell
couldn't they just wait for a few freaking seconds?

Tripping slightly over
the hems of my pants in my haste to chase after the group, I rounded
the corner, over to discover two things:

One, they were gone.
Just like that, the stupid assholes.

Two, the dude in the
theatre was here. Well… not exactly here. It was more of a
oh-my-fucking-shit-he's-on-top-of-me.

Ahh! What the hell!?

He's groping
me!!!??? (Eeew)

Help! Rape! Save
me! Save meeee! Waaahhhh! NOOOOOOO!!!!

Gulp.

What?

"Kid," He growled
threateningly, still straddling on top of me, "You're in here, a
goddamned department store, dressed up so fucking pretty. But you've
only got 4 shitty bucks in your fucking wallet!?" He practically
screamed out the last part, shaking my wallet menacingly in front of
my bewildered face.

…

"Hey kid! Are you
fucking listening to me or what!?" His volume lowered slightly,
probably because he didn't want to attract unneeded attention. Too
late.

No words could describe
the absolutely gorgeous piece of man flesh pressing my hips
down upon the icy tile beneath my back.

Just so… hot…

Burn me up baby!

"Guess you'll have
to do then…" He sighed out loud, dramatically, bringing me back
to the world of me and reality. We don't really like each other, so
I don't like staying in here for long.

What? Do what?

Why is he pulling me up
from the floor and dragging me towards the lifts?

Oh shit?

OOOOO

The first minute I laid
eyes on him, or to be more exact, his hand, I had no idea that in
that same night, I was going to get the best and wildest night of sex
ever from the same kid.

He was simply…
mind-blowing. Same thing goes to the fornication. So goddamned
amazing. Sorta like 4th of July with the fireworks
guy on crack. Sorta, but not quite.

And I gotta tell you…
that kid blows like none other. Not only did he blow my brains
out of my dick, I think all my kidneys and intestines did too. If he
ever, ever becomes my boyfriend, I'm having that mouth and
throat insured. And I swear, they will exceed J.Lo's butt
cheeks.

Uhm… huh?

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay? I
thought I heard cackling…" The luscious babe in my arms murmurs
demurely against my neck where he was cuddled against.

"That was me. Don't
worry, I tend to go bananas when I over-sleep or more importantly,
over-sex." A smirk was growing at the corners of my lips.